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So dope with the raps that you
Feel like you smoked a bag
Every time I approach the track
It's the Nerve and the Chill
And we murder bills like Kim

Pretty thick bitch
She don't like to play no games
She be chillin
If I need her
She gon bang
All this money
Like I got my own damn bank
Smoke it by

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas in the barrio 
(From newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo
Cause

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

of smoke through my chalice
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggas

Ain't nobody perfect, nigga
Gotta work for it if it's worth it
Or give up
I ain't gon trip up
Get a bitch hooked, then I reel up
Now we dropping fish
It's

the whole world say
damn you sick o' me

(Missy):
yo, yo, yo heh-heh
yeah its that kinda joint that make errybody run
up outta here... hatas, lovas,

my guts
Like tum tums
Put all in mouth like 
Yum yum 
And when you bust 
You can stick 
In my bun buns 
This kamasutra 
I know how to do you 
And it's

Ayyy it's the motherfucking remix
We live in this bitch
Rage quit, angry exit, furious departure
AY AY AY AY

Ayo, I need some space
Cross map, you

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Say What

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel [Clean]

2004

Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. Or Tracy McGrady
It's all

can't leave without it

Gunna

I Am > I Was

2018

Atlanta and run off
I make the best one, it stick like a town hall
Runnin' this shit, what the fuck is they talkin' 'bout?
Skinny jeans stuffed with them

Like a nigga who say what ever
To take off your panties
Stick his dick under your navel
Stroke his ego
And run from his family
Wouldn't drop a dime

tell him, "Run it back"
White boy hating me 'cause I'm black
Stupid stick man calling me a little boy
At least I don't make edits
Stefanccino

Voices In My Head / Stick To The Plan

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

to be the last time
Last hit, last call, last feel, last trip, last run
That's what I always tell myself, huh
This was supposed to be the last one

Ooo who did this beat
I like this
This nice
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Bass Dheep
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck

Uh huh
ŚDC
Suh it go
Bout to have these bitches going banana
Johnny bravo with the monkey time
ŚDC check the by line
Some off y'all breezing by lines

We Shine

Da Ruckus

Da Ruckus, Episode 1

edit
Stick up kids be tryna live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty them

coming from a friend
Hoping for the better
Most things be a breeze
When we stick together
This hurricane is temporary
Call it bad weather

Stress ain't no

Now we hittin' the witness
When nobody breathin'
That's when it's finished
Glock-27 with thirty-one in it
I'm shootin' this motherfucker
Until it's

Follow me
Got it on lock, the devil been out here and haunting me
Mess with my brothers the ting ting go “brr brr” on a nigga
By Any Means we goin’ run

times
My dad would ask
Whose, whose song is this

And it was always either
The Rolling Stones
Or
The Beatles
And we had a 50-50 shot
When guessing

I kind

Bring the Noize

M.I.A.

Matangi

2013

to be pissed at mates who are yanks
'Cause it's not me and you, it's the fucking banks!

Bring the noise when we run upon them! (Bring the noize when we

or suffer
Attention, when the vessel lets go its suspension
Headed for intervention, edit's an underestimation
Let this be a statement
We're readier than your

while I run this errand
Policemans is not your friends
But if they force their way in it's name, rank, serial number
Pouring rain, rolling thunder,